For as long as I can remember, I have always found myself creating sexual fantasies in my head. I guess you can say it's sort of a fixation. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I find myself acting out hot, sexual scenarios in my head at least several times a day. My fantasies range from the tamer, more common fantasies, like having sex in a public place, to some rather detailed thoughts of being completely dominated by my partner. And, of course, almost everything in between.
Unfortunately, I have met few men who are actually willing to help me act out even the tamest of my fantasies. Sure they all talked the talk, even shared a few fantasies of their own. But not one of them would actually follow through with it in the end. I had almost begun to give up hope. And then I met Travis.
Travis and I were a perfect sexual match. We were both fairly experienced, and we both had a desire to explore the unknown. I'll never forget the first time we got together. I knew it would be a night to remember, as neither one of us was afraid to experience new and exciting sexual thrills.
It was a hot, late summer day. I arrived at his house a little past six. I took a deep breath, and knocked on the front door. I was a little nervous. We had met a few times for drinks, but had always stayed at the bar, and never spent more than a couple hours together. This would be the first time we got together specifically with sexual intentions.
He answered the door with a smile and invited me in. His house was quite spacious, and had a game room in the back, along with a pool.
"Wow, nice place," I said as we made our way toward the back of the house. In the kitchen, he offered me a drink. I laughed when I saw him pull out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. It had been a running joke between us that we should do body shots off of each other.
Travis set the glasses on the kitchen table and poured us each a shot."Sorry, but I don't have any limes," he told me.
"No problem," I said, tossing back the shot like a pro. Tequila is the only hard liquor I can drink straight. Incidently, it's also the drink that gets me drunk the quickest. I could feel the alcohol burning down my throat, causing me to make a face. As much as I enjoy the effects, it's still some pretty nasty stuff!
Travis laughed at me as I shook my head to ward off the after taste. He downed his own shot and was about to pour us another, but I stopped him. "You know, you don't need to get me drunk to get laid. Got anything a little tamer?"
"I've got some Bud Light, but you don't drink beer." He began to rummage around the fridge and in his cabinets. "Here we go," he said, pulling out a bottle. "How about some margaritas?"
"Now you're talkin'. At least take part of the edge off of that tequila."
I sat on a stool at the counter as I watched him blend up some frozen margaritas. I glanced behind me into the game room as I waited, spotting a digital video camera set up on a tripod next to the pool table. Now THAT could come in handy. Immediately my mind started painting a picture of Travis and I sprawled across the pool table, filming our own porn film for our later enjoyment.
"A friend of mine was over here earlier," Travis said, following my gaze. "He needed to tape a speech for one of his classes." I just smiled in response, enjoying my mental fantasy. Maybe I could convince him to play it out with me. I was sure he would love to play along.
He finished the margaritas and we brought our drinks into the game room. "Wanna play a little?" he asked. I grinned. "I meant play pool," he said with a smirk. "Let's just start with a friendly game and see where it takes us."
He racked the balls and I broke, the cue ball hitting the others with a loud CRACK. Travis winced. "Ouch, Girl! Show a guy a little mercy! You don't treat all balls like that, do you?"
I laughed as we watched two striped balls fall into the corner pocket. Our game continued. Despite my initial luck, Travis beat me easily. He offered to give me a few pointers as I racked the balls for another round.
Travis did just as he promised, showing me a few shooting techniques to improve my game. The plus side was as he wrapped his arms around me to show me the correct positioning, his body pressed against my back and I could feel the hardness of his stiffening cock between my ass cheeks. The loose skirt I wore with my dark blue halter was little barrier against him. I could feel the moisture begin to build between my thighs.
I was leaning over the pool table, preparing to make my final shot. Travis was across the table, staring down my top at my full, rounded breasts. Knowing he was staring made me lose my concentration and I missed the shot, barely nicking the cue ball and sending it in the wrong direction.
"No, no," he said. "You obviously weren't paying attention." He once again moved behind me and showed me the proper angle, pulling me tight against his groin as he did so. As I once again leaned over the table, he brushed away my long brown hair and kissed the back of my neck, causing erotic shivers to travel up and down my spine.
"Keep that up and we won't be playing pool," I told him.
He turned me around and kissed me, long and thorough, his hands spanning my waist and pulling me hard to his body, grinding his hard cock against the juncture at my thighs. "Maybe that's the idea."
"Speaking of ideas," I said, "mind if we turn on the camera?"
